“Hahaha, you heard him? As a nameless doctor, how could he afford such rings? Where else could he get it if he didn’t steal it?” Lance complained once again.
“Talk! Who gave this to you? I’m warning you, if the man who gave you this couldn’t provide the purchase certificate, I’ll have to call the police!” The man said sternly.
“What do we do now, asshole? Do you have the number?” Natalie held Vincent’s hand unconsciously.
“Sure, don’t worry.” Vincent rubbed her little hand. It was until then that the latter finally realized what she was doing and withdrew her hands.
“Call me Rascal then. Asshole? That sounds worse!” Vincent then looked at Clare, “Clare, I didn’t steal this.”
“I know. You don’t even care the Austin Martin or the Iron Credential for Forgiveness. Why would you bother to
